The heels are locked in. The last snap of the hardwire gets cranked down and Josh says, "Wow! Check that out." I look in the direction he points and instantly forget why the hell we climbed for nearly an hour from our nice warm car to this point. I forget that I am slightly out of shape and slower than Josh with my snow shoes. I forget how much more fun going down is than going up. I forget that the coffee is banging on my bladder waiting to paint a picture in the snow. Rather I realize how damn lucky I am. In this moment I appreciate what is. The simple pleasure found in watching the sun slowly peaking over the next ridge line fills my eyes. I feel each particle of the mountain air fill me. I step outside of my body and become one with all that is.
I'm not a hippy, I swear.
freekin' hippy fur sur
ReplyDeletewho else would be out at that hour?